The Conversation by The Paynes
In the beginning God created man.
In His own image, formed by His own hand.
But Satan, oh Satan, he tempted man to fall.
He had to find a sacrifice, to die once and for all.
So He sent His Son to die, oh the pain He bore.
They layed Him in a borrowed tomb, the stone held fast the door.
The saints all tell a story, I'm about to tell,
About a conversation from the pits of hell.
(SATAN) Tell me, Death tell me - Oh Death, hear my plea -
Do we still have Jesus, or did you set him free?
This is now the first day, they've laid him in the ground.
Tell me, Oh Death tell me - can you hold him down?
(DEATH) Satan, oh Satan, Satan hear me well -
I promise, oh I promise, that I shall not fail
(SATAN) Tell me, Death tell me - this is the second day.
Do you still have Jesus or did he get away?
(DEATH) Satan, Oh Satan - hear me now, once more -
The greatest kings and rich men have walked through my dark door.
This Jesus, he's no different, he's just a mortal man,
And I make this vow to you - He won't escape my hand!
(SATAN) Tell me, Death, tell me. Tell me, don't be slow.
Do you still have Jesus or did you let him go?
He's been dead for three days, the victory's been won -
It's time for celebration - We've overcome God's Son...
(DEATH) Satan, oh Satan, hear me what I say...
This morning, Oh this morning, the stone was rolled away!
I just couldn't stop him - I couldn't hold him down.
With power oh great power, He arose up from the ground!